In spite of Problems..,

Imagine how it feels when you are riding a bike with black jersey while back wheeling, your dense hairs dancing with gush of air(provided if you have countable hairs!) and don’t miss, a bunch of girls in Open-shoulder cheering you by calling your name, madly! How do you feel? Awesome dude! Imagination has no limits it can make us even President!

 This can be possible only, if you know bike riding. Unfortunately, don’t tell to any, being 21 years old I have not learnt it! Leave me, my dad, mom, elder bro, uncle, aunt, cousins… no one has learnt it. 

In every family each person will have a different or peculiar quality, same, they will have a unique phobia.

                                                   

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My mom most of the time prays to God. She thinks negatively in every case. “I have to prepare carrot halwa, if it becomes too sweet or too liquid? What people think about my cooking abilities?!” then starts praying to God to make the dish delicious.

Bigger the negative thought more the time for praying. Call it a ‘bad-may-happen-o-phobia’. Let me see what she is doing now. I guess she can’t be praying now because just half an hour ago I saw her praying. Err.., I was wrong. She is praying. I guess a small negative thought so finished her prayer faster!

My dad fears about losing the shares, call it a ‘share-market-phobia’. He is more confident about it as he always experience, whenever he buys shares market comes down and whenever he sells, market goes up! Whenever he loose capital he gives ‘more smile’!

Well, it will be better if I don’t tell about my brother because i know very little about him! He likes to be alone; he won’t talk with any much, call it a ‘words-o-phobia’! As I could calculate, he spoke just 63 words with us last year! But I should say he is not mentally challenged or something. He has got ultimate brain but he just speaks less.

I told my friend about my desire to learn bike riding. He reluctantly accepted to teach me. It’s been two weeks me learning bike riding my friend told me I improved much. Next day he came with the-big-black-tigress-CBZ, I love it. I got elated and assured him of a party today in Suraj, an ultimate restaurant. He sat in back seat and told me to ride. I imagined the above said instance; me back wheeling and girls were about to cheer me but my friend interrupted my imagination and patted me to ride. Screw him. No party today!

I sat on the bike I was in full josh so I felt it light weighted. I rode about 50 meters or so I found that my friend was not sitting behind me. When I turned rear my friend was cheering for me. I should have felt happy for that but contradictory to that my motor nerves sent the signals to get afraid! I was alone on the bike what if I can’t take a good turn! Mistakes happen within nano seconds, I don’t know why, I jumped from the bike! I guess, I got too pissed out or I skid while turning. I heard a huge sound as CBZ fell down. It was not the time to think why I jumped but to pray like my mom nothing much serious happen to the bike. As I turned toward my friend he was running towards the bike.

“@#$$$@ @@#^&”, he said to me. I could not hear him. (Sorry I am lying!)

I saw petrol was leaking from the bike. I ran away from the bike shouting, “Run, it’s going to blast!” I was running away from bike shouting and he was running towards it cursing. I ran as fast I could. I guess that day I broke the Bolt’s record in 100meter sprint.

My friend didn’t stop. I guess he was more worried about his parents, screwing him if anything happened to bike. I kept watching the bike and my friend from distant. In Diwali we feel sad when the crackers won’t blast. But here if bike had blasted like cracker then I would have felt bad. No wonder, then my dad’s account balance would have fall down exponentially. He would have given me ‘more smile’!

So many scratches were on the bike and the head light was totally smashed. My friend didn’t say anything to me. He just left me in the ground and walked away with the bike. I was dumbstruck there. I sat for a while, tried to recollect what had happened but I could not get the correct picture. After a while I moved towards home.  

When I reached my home my dad gave me ‘more smile’! My friend had visited my home and told the entire story to him and collected the money. After this incident I developed a bike phobia. I didn’t try to learn it. But after some days I analyzed and came to the conclusion that if once we commit mistake it does not mean that in future too we will commit it. As I remember my mom prayed for me before me going for the bike riding coaching but it didn’t work. She has the phobia of negative things happening and she prays for it because she assumes it as a solution even though it’s not precisely.

What I learnt is phobias are common to everyone but it’s in us to overcome and it’s in us how we overcome. Most of the time we worry about the people criticizing us for our phobias so we never share them and live with them but don’t forget it’s our life not theirs. Make your own way and reach the pinnacle in-spite of your problems.  Good luck!

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